Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Monks,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.